Loving Dixie

The 28th - Rose

That night Dixon hardly slept, he lay reckless in bed all night tossing and turning. Dixie's face on his mind, the way her eyes glimmered when she laughed and how she used hand movements to explain things when excited. In conclusion, Dixon had Dixie on his mind.

A small smile etched across his mouth when he remembered how soft her lips were against his cheek. He was falling for her way too fast, but for the first time ever Dixon didn't care.

Later that night, before Dixon fell asleep he could see the pale pink and orange of the sky through his window, dawn was breaking. His mind stopped escalating and over thinking, he could finally rest without a certain pink haired girl taking over his mind.

A few miles away, a bar's door was pushed open and Dixie staggered out. Her breath tainted with the smell of alcohol and her feet unsteadily moving one in front of the other, she looked at the massacred sky. A mixture of harsh reds, vibrant pinks and dull oranges, it reminded her of how her father used to paint. Using warm colors, his brush dipping into the water leaving beautiful clouds of color in its wake. The sky didn't look beautiful, it looked hurt, like it had cut itself and the heavens had run out through the crack.

She walked slowly along the pavement feeling the high alcohol had given her wear off, she frowned, it always happened. Her body was too used to her heavy intake of the poison and had learned to resist the effect it gave others, it only took a few hours and any sense of intoxication had vanished. She hardly thought about where she was going as she walked, watching the way the sun made the buckles on her boots shine.

It was only when she passed an old boutique that she saw how terrible she looked, her normally bright gold eyes were dull, her tan skin pulling across her normally full but now coarse cheeks and her pink hair hung in sullen buns. She raised her hands and untied her pink hair; she remembered the day she picked out the cerise shade in replacement of her natural raven black.

It was a few months back, when she and Brie were inseparable and she hardly smoked. It was the biggest thing she had ever done to her physical appearance; she wanted something brighter, happier like bubblegum blue or pixie blonde. Dixie smiles lightly at the memory of herself, running her fingers along the bottles of dye before reaching the shade of Pink. She remembered sitting down on the worn leather spinning chair and letting the hairdresser brush the mauve liquid onto her strands of dark hair, her fingers strumming along the edge of her chair in anticipation.

Even now when the roots were shown for a good inch or two she still adored her hair, she had learnt to ignore the wary looks she got from people when passing in the street or in stores. She pulled on a strand before watching how it fell in its natural thick curl down her back. She looked somewhat better with it down and loose, she scrubbed at a lone black line that lay astray across her eye lid.

Satisfied Dixie walked on, her eyes drifting from one end of the street to the other. It took only a few minutes before she came across the modern building with the simple label of the local University. She pulled out her phone and dialed Dixon's number, raising it to her ear while taking out a splint and her lighter from the edge of her boot. The phone rang 5 times before Dixons voice greeted her,"....'ello?". He sounded so groggy and dopey she couldn't help but let a faint smile flutter across her lips."Good morning, Dixon", her eyes wandering across the windows of the building."Dixie?", He murmured in disbelief, now wide awake and pulse escalating. "No shit, Dixon", she muttered into the phone. Why was she calling him? Why was she doing this to herself? Why was she doing this to him?

He was like a flame, bright and beautiful, filled with warmth and happiness and she was a moth, dark and dismal, broken but yet drawn to the wonderful light that made him.

"How do you have my number?", Dixon's voice asked curiously, he listened intently for a few seconds for an explanation but none was given. "Look outside your window", she replied softly, her eyes nervously skirting across the window rows, she rolled back her shoulders and willed her hands to stop shaking.